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Often in the middle of the night after my son has gone to bed, and I’m alone, I cannot help thinking “Where is my happily ever after? Where’s my happy ending?” The fairy tales I read as a little girl told me we all have happy endings. So where’s mine?

Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy being alone. I am quite happy to have the silence envelope me at night. I am content to go to bed alone in my king size bed. I am satisfied to go to sleep when I want, eat when I want, leave my toothbrush where I want, keep the house organized how I want. Being alone is not the problem. My sorrow comes from not being alone but from being lonely.I am grieving for…